I must go down to the seas again
to the lonely sea and sky
And all I ask is a tall ship
and a star to steer her by
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song
and the white sail’s shaking
And a gray mist on the sea’s face,
and a gray dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again
for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call
That may not be denied
And all I ask is a windy day
with the white clouds flying
And the flung spray and the blown spume
and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again
to the vagrant gypsy life
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way
where the wind’s like a whetted knife
And all I ask is a merry yarn
from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream
when the long trick’s over.

One of my favorite things about being back in Seattle are the opportunities to get out on the water. While we do have a speedboat of our own, I don’t think it get’s much better then sailing. At some point in time, I’d really enjoying sailing around the world – or at least part of the world. Although such an adventure will have to wait until I can get a boat of my own and a crew.

In the meantime, I’m fortunate to have a friend, Peter, who has a sailboat. And thus we went sailing on Monday and again on Tuesday (for the bonus round):

Remember all those pictures of your parents that you look at? This picture reminds me of one of those. In fact, I’d call this picture of Staples iconic.

Ferg, you are the height of just-too-muchery. Your analysis of that picture of me is spot on. And I, too, would like to be considered for your world crew. I promise that I’ll figure out how to sail before then…

I’ve never liked open water. It’s a phobia. I REALLY dislike flying over open water. Everyone tries to rationalize with me (crashing into water is a lot better than crashing into land) but you can’t rationalize a phobia.

The fear of small boats started after a trip on Chatfield Reservior with my dad in a small 10′ styrofoam sailboat that my Dad one in a raffle at Safeway (it had a Coca-Cola sail and was part of a display). Waaaaayyyy to unstable for me.

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